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his douchebaggery – it’s over 9000! isn’t that what one says in such situations?

and the plot of far too many movies from my childhood – from Mad Max to early Steven Seagal – is replayed except for than zombie. I don’t remember than zombie. Maybe it was the punchline and I missed it.

To fully understand comedy you must also be part of the culture that produced the comedian, or at least, well conversant with it. Comedy translates badly. Culture clashes form over its misunderstanding.

If you (as a post-adolescent or so-called adult) ‘get’ Junie B Jones, you don’t necessarily also ‘get’ Hard Gay, even though both crack up nearly every 7 year old. Those same 7 year olds usually don’t ‘get’ Lenny Bruce or the Seinfeld show. Comedy’s not a monolith.

all I see here is one-upmanship verbal slapstick with a touch of scary movie style parody. it’s hella entertaining, because I ‘get’ the genre and so on, but it’s kind of wearing too, like a reality tv show. amusing but full of suck, makes me need to go read something funny but deep, just to remind myself not all comedy is quite so shallow Log in to see images!(view post)

That my mild observation of the self-evident has provoked such ire in the usually phlegmatic trolldom compensates me for the miserable lack of meaning in my existence. Perhaps I won’t even have to cut myself today, as it appears I’ve inadvernantly shed your blood in its place.

this poem is more sad than angry, lacking the poignant and bitter irony of your works earlier posted, but it still has a certain melancholic charm, the melodramatic touch of the sad dog whining at the bathroom door while his mistress remains alone with her pain…

I am touched by the heartfelt attempts of your hermaphrodite model to create an artificial happiness where none can truly exist. The ice cream is a particularly nice touch, with the futility of any bright colored ice cream to be chocolate. Also, angelic cats.

Making friends is the fourth fastest way to break your heart. Friends betray you — sleep with your lovers, poison your cat, steal your car, run you over as they drive it away, and then you never see them again.

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The top three are lovers, pets, and children. Being alone is so much safer. Then all that kills you is the loneliness.

Despite all that, I want friends. I can be such a masochist Log in to see images!(view post)

very few of us are vanilla straights, anyway; the wide world of gender identity/sex/sexual preference opens its doors and invites you inside to take the meandering, twisty tour through the fabulous person realms…

The people you chat with on sTalk always seem to bumume you’re male or female, but some bumume one and some bumume the other.

And you always go along with them.

What I’d really like is the option for, especially when playing an emo kid character, to be more sympathetic with Krystl and Ophelia, rather than being forced to talk to them like I’m rather trollish. The options given just don’t quite work for me.

It’d also be nice for conversation options to always give you a gender neutral choice, or, one that’s suitable for each, so you can pick something appropriate to whatever you imagine your character to be.

the tragic tale of teddy, the stuffed bear who went insane when his owner sewed him a male reproductive organ and balls out of a leftover piece of plush (left over from what perverse creation I will not detail). first, he spent himself on the stuffed kittens and rabbits, but the darkness growing within him drove him to greater perversions of sexual predation, finding and ripping the heads off the Baby Alive Wets and Wiggles – and you know the sad sordid end of the tale.

Literacy is beautiful. Read your poems to me, and I’ll lie there quietly, listening to the cadence of your voice, as the truths and images evoked by your words sink my spirit to depths undreamed of, stygian realms where words have the greatest power of all.

Virtual Eyes see through Windows to the soul.

(I could read them myself if you’d post any, though the emo forum would be more appropriate and give you a wider audience for true literacy.)

As for the amazon troll disguised thinly as a camwhore… take your crbum faux satire out of the threads of heartfelt dark poetry, before the ravens set on you with fierce beaks and peck you into shreds of tender meat and sharp splinters of bone. Quickly, now – I already hear the beating of their wings…

The blood was everywhere. It looked as though she’d been murdered in her bed. The peruvian girl cried silently, knowing she’d be beaten for ruining her only set of sheets, that her mother had been saving for her wedding day, to prove her virginity upon, as her rutting fiance pierced her hymen.

Too late. When she slit her wrists, that only made appearances into reality.